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A/N: Since The Dilettante made a humorous Pein/Hinata story, I decided to write a darker version. Hope y'all enjoy.

Secret Vampire: The Beast in Human Form

"It's gone," Hinata whispered to her reflection in the mirror. There was nothing, no puckered flesh or jagged white line, nothing to support her story of being attacked by a supernatural monster.

She ran her fingers over where she was slashed, where the creature's claws raked through her skin in a life-ending blow.

It was simply amazing . There was no sign that she had ever been close to being cut in half.

"It is a deal then."

Hinata blushed, then quickly put on her bra and shirt. The spot on her neck still covered with bandages days later tingled pleasantly, heating her skin. She could still fell him, his lips skimming her flesh, the sharp pain when his fangs slid into her skin.

It had been both frightening and exciting, feeling her blood being sucked, being marked as his familiar.

"But it shall not keep you safe forever. Knowing what you now know, do you still wish for this?"

It wasn't suppose to have happen in the first place. Why should what happened later be any significant. She was alive and that was enough. Now, there was the matter of payment….

"Hinata! Are you almost done?"

"A-almost!" Quickly, she buttoned up the rest of her shirt, got her bag and exited the stall. Her friend, a blue eyed blonde girl named Ino, waited for her at the door.

"What took you so long?' she asked the shorter girl, hands on her hips in the sign of annoyance.

"S-sorry. I-I had to ch-change bras," Hinata explained, blushing in embarrassment.

"Oh, right." Ino gave a meaningful glance to Hinata's chest. "I guess it's kind of troublesome to have big boobs, huh?"

"I-Ino!"

"Just saying." Patting her shoulder, Ino led the flustered girl out of the locker room. As they walked to their last class of the day, the blonde asked, "Hey Hinata. Want to go shopping latter?"

"Um…" Hinata fiddled with her bag's strap, trying to think up an excuse.

"Aw! But why not?"

"Well, I-I'm still s-sort of grounded f-for being late last time," she told her friend. It wasn't really a lie. Her father had been furious when she came home late, never mind that she almost didn't com home at all though he didn't know it. So now, she was grounded until Hiashi's anger cooled.

"That sucks," Ino said as they went to their seats. "Why were you so late anyways? I mean, we did leave early because of it."

Hinata tried to keep her face neutral. "Th-there was traffic and-"

The bell rang and the conversation was lost in the rush of students that came in Hinata was grateful. Though she hated lying to her friend, she knew Ino wouldn't believe the truth.

She didn't think anyone would.

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"I-I'm home," Hinata called out, slipping off her shoes. Only silence greeted her, roaring in her ears as she went further in the house. She checked again to see her father's car in the driveway, thinking that he probably was in his study and did not hear her.

She took the stairs and went inside her room. Placing her bag on the desk near the door, Hinata fell on her bed, sighing. She stared at the ceiling, silently wondering for the third time today if he was alright.

Hinata was not suppose to have met him. That much had been clear when he snubbed her, horribly putting her down to keep her from following. But her had been hurt and Hinata's gentle protective nature would not let her leave him. And so, she followed him, right smack into danger…

The room grew cold. She stood up, facing the direction of the window in case the maids had left it open. It was then she noticed the heavy breathing.

Moving the other side of the bed, farther away from the open window and the sun, Hinata saw him. It looked like he had just collapsed , the way he was sprawled in his sleep. Or at least she thought he was asleep, though not very comfortably the way his face was drown into a displeased scowl.

Quickly, Hinata closed the window and drew the curtains close, securing them as tight as she could. She then moved to the side of the bed where he laid, sitting a bit far away in case he didn't like her close.

"U-um sir?" She winced, when she realized that she didn't know his name yet.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, instantly capturing her own. She sat, transfixed as he moved to an upright position, using her bed as a cover. When he realized that the window was closed, the vampire sat up and gave a slight groan.

Hinata gasped, taking notice of the red stains on the carpet. "You're h-hurt!"

He glanced down, his gray eyes indifferent. "It's nothing," he said.

She left him in mid-word, rushing to the hallway bathroom and to its cupboard shelf. She grabbed some bandages and bottles of anesthetic, as well as some gloves and a bowl of water with a rag. Carrying them back, inwardly proud that she didn't drop them in her haste, Hinata came back, to find him glancing out the window and into the sheets below.

He tilted his head in her direction, acknowledging her presence in the room without really looking at her. Hinata placed the items on her bed, and cautiously went to him.

"C-can I see?" she asked him softly.

"What?" He didn't look at her.

"Y-your injury."

"I said it was nothing."

Hinata motioned to the floor, the big red stains on her white carpet. "It doesn't look like nothing," she pointed out.

He finally looked at her, turning slightly to the side. She was dwarfed by him, the top of her head barely reaching his collarbone. Hinata lifted her head so she could stare right back, to show a little backbone. But he was so… frightening. Now that she wasn't under the influence of hysteria and andreliane, she could see him for the dangerous creature he was.

Unruly orange hair, multiple piercing on his face, those strange gray eyes boring down on her, the strong body and height. All of it showed his power and inspired something close to fear in her.

Hinata once would have backed down and started apologizing. But dying gave her a lot of confidence, giving her a gentle strength to face him.

"Please," she whispered, slightly begging him.

He continued to stare, but his arms began to move, hands lifting his black shirt. The spell was broken momentarily as he lifted it over his head, obscuring his gaze.

Hinata quickly move her eyes down to the exposed flesh, lest she be caught again. She gasped, lightly reaching out to touch the gash.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, tracing the puckered flesh, her finger coated in red as the wound continued to bleed. She immediately got the wash cloth, dunking it in the water and began to wash the wounds.

He didn't answer again, preferring to watch her instead. Or rather, the bandages on her neck. "You hide my mark?"

Her hand touched her neck and she refused to look at him. "I-It raises questions," she told him quietly. "A-and I cant really a-answer them, can I-I?"

"I suppose not," he agreed. "I forget how suspicious you humans are."

Hinata nearly dropped the cloth as the bandages were torn, her hands covering her throat. He caught her wrists and lifted them away, inspecting the marks he made.

"You mustn't hide them, especially at night," he told her, his dark voice lowering to a whisper. "I told you, it wont protect you forever, but you should still indulge in the peace while it shows."

"Y-You said a lot of th-things," Hinata stammered, her body beginning to tremble, "b-but I only r-remember a few of it."

He sighed and lifted his head to glare at her. She swallowed, when she saw his eyes had begun to glow, the gray bleeding to red.

Hinata touched to wounds on his abdomen, feeling the skin jump at her touch. "It-it's beginning to h-hurt, isn't it?"

In response, he reached behind, his fingers gripping her hair as they pulled her head back. She closed her eyes, shivering as the cool metal on his face, passed along her skin, giving a breathless sigh as his fangs sank into her neck.

In her mind, he muttered, 'Foolish girl.'

Pein. His name was Pein. And true to his word, he was there to be her slave until the contract was broken.

Hinata opened her eyes and was met with the sleeping vampire's face. He looked so incredibly tired, yet she saw some sort of color had been restored to his complexion. He had seemed so pale before, but now he looked almost… living.

Wryly, she touched the fresh puncture wounds on her neck. It had actually hurt a little more this time, since she didn't have the constant flow of blood from her other injuries to distract her. But it was just as pleasurable. The liquidness that formed in her lower belly, as she was filled with a yearning not even she knew what it was.

After feeding from her, Pein laid her down on her bed. "I took more than I should have," he had explained to her questioning gaze and sure enough, her head began to spin, her vision becoming cloudy because of the light-headedness. She must have fallen asleep.

So did he. Probably after securing her health, making sure she didn't die from the blood lust. Lying down next to her on her full bed, without a shirt…

Hinata turned away, her face burning yet the image of his naked torso still etched in her mind. At sixteen years old, the closest she's been near a half naked torso still etched in her mind. At sixteen years old, the closest she's been near a half naked man were the rare times when Neji would forget his clothes and go running down the hallway wearing only a towel. She had been getting out of her room when he flashed by. Even that momentary glimpse was enough to make her faint.

Feeling unbearable hot, Hinata shifted on the bed, preparing to get off. Suddenly, someone knocked on her door. "Hinata," came her father's voice, "are you there?"

"F-father!" she gasped in surprise and looked at the sleeping man fearfully. "Y-yes? I'm here!"

"May I come in?"

"Uh… O-one moment!" She shook his shoulder rapidly, whispering for him to wake up. He wouldn't and Hinata could feel that her father was getting a bit worried at her tardiness to open the door. "C-coming." Thinking quickly, she pushed him over to the side of the bed, falling as well.

"Hinata?"

She rushed to the door, swinging it open just as her father hand had been reaching out. "H-hello, Father," she greeted a bit breathlessly. "D-did you need s-something?"

"What was that just now?" Hiashi asked, scrutinizing his daughter with a sharp eye.

"I-I fell off the b-bed," she lied quickly.

"You fell?" He looked at her disheveled state, then towards the bed. Hinata prayed that Pein hadn't sat up, or was any way visible. They were answered as her father seemingly saw nothing, turning his gaze back on his daughter.

'Have you eaten yet?" he asked.

"N-not yet. I was sleeping," Hinata told him. It was, after all, the truth.

"Well, go downstairs and eat. I said you couldn't leave the house, not your room."

"Y-yes. I know, f-father."

She was glad when he finally left, not before giving a suspicious glance behind his back. She closed the door and ran to the side of her bed, giving herself a mental reminder to try and wash the blood stains on the carpet. But there was no one there. She searched around, even looking under her bed to see if he had rolled there.

Nothing.

"That wasn't a very nice way to wake someone."

Hinata jumped, gazing back towards her bed and seeing her missing vampire. She gave a sign of relief, even when Pein opened an eye to glare at her.

"I-I'm sorry," she apologized, "but y-you wouldn't wake up."

He didn't reply to that, merely closed his eye with the intention to sleep. "Go eat," he ordered. "You need food to restore the blood I took."

"O-okay." Hinata stood and walked to the door. She turned upon reaching it, asking, "W-would you like s-something, Pein?"

"No. I've had my fill."

She touched the side of her neck, where the wound was hidden beneath her heavy strands of hair. "O-okay then," she said and left the room, closing the door gently behind her. Then, she went downstairs.